Realizing you fell asleep in your silky blouse and frilly plastic pants, you throw the blanket over your head and hope for the best.
"Come on, Brian," your dad says. "It's 2 AM, get out of my house."
"Oh, chill out old man, it's Friday," says Brian. Suddenly, the bed shifts--someone sat down next to you!
"Hey..." you hear a voice say from next to you. It's not Brian. "What's this wig?"
"That wig...? Uhh, it's uhh..." your dad stutters.
"You some kind of fag, dude?" the fratboy on the bed chuckles, leaning back--right on top of you!
You instinctively squirm, and the fratboy jumps up. "What the hell...?" He grabs the blanket and throws it off of you, revealing your diapered form to him and his friend.
"Who's this, Chad?" one of the college boys asks your dad, laughing.
He explains the situation quickly, and the college boys look at each other. Your dad shows them to the door.
"Sorry about that John, they're douchebags. Just go back to slee--"
Your dad is interrupted by the college guys barging through the front door again. "Yo, kid," one yells in. "How old are you?"
"18, why?" your dad answers for you.
"We have a proposal for him."
Your dad goes to kick them out again, but you tell him off. "They won't leave us alone unless we answer them. What's the proposal, guys?"
"Well, there's a party down the frat tomorrow night--well, tonight, since it's 2 AM. And we were expected to bring the strippers, but we forgot. And we'd like you to be the replacement."
"I'm no stripper," you scoff.
"No, but you could be great comedy, instead of sexual entertainment. And feel free to say no, just know I have friends in the local high school who would kill to find out one of their own is secretly a diaper fag."
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